I'm more adverse to a radish than the tax man. Maybe it's the duration of having taxes removed up front and getting some of it back that makes biting into a radish take more will power than the tax thing. And don't think because I accepted the explanation it was pickled pomegranate that's the reason I didn't tear up when I bit into it. It's not worth getting past that this is what I've submitted to say "taxes are not worse than burny food." Never really got that the tax man was like the ogre in the Sherwood Forrest who stole from the poor to enrich the King's coffers, ergo the dreaded tax man. Spared again from that particular injustice. So Mad About You rerun attempts to show how even a little slippage of misdirected affection can be destructive (duh!). Is my lack of jealousy naive or based on confidence that the moment isn't inevitable. Maybe too many years looking for escape in former life has obliterated that fear of being jilted. It's a good feeling. Gives you room for a different kind of eggshells. Still able to prance on ten toes. Good Fallon as Tom Petty (Stevie's looking a little MomMomish, tho').

Shout out to the people who want to know what the opposite of in is
I accidentally flushed some Viagra down my toilet. Now I can't get the lid down
I used to be addicted to the Hokey Pokey, but I turned myself around.